9 thoughts on “Courage under fire”

I applaud your courage Sarah..You are a voice for all those women who are oppressed and yet continue to suffer in silence. It takes tremendous courage to speak out, to stand up. You are an inspiration. All of my prayers and wishes for you as you continue this journey of courage!

Came across ur blog by accident, was searching for something in google images and came across ur page, dunno how. Been following it closely ever since. I have to say it is a remarkable story that u got here. I am a malayalee in Bangalore, so the dual proximity dimension makes it all the more interesting. again, it is a rather remarkable narrative u got here. all the best in ur life and career in canada.

I have seen life in its crudest form, but perhaps not as bad as yours. One place I derived constant solace and inspiration from is the poem given below. I realised that the power is within me, and at the end of the day, it is my conscience that matters. We come from a society where we give the reins (control) of our moods and happiness in the hands of people around us. Once we realise that the source of happiness is within us, half the battle is actually won. You have been a brave woman, and I am sure the happiness you experience today is from your inner self. All the best wishes,

IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!